After being pregnant, Sand Sculptor always insists on marrying me

Fu Juntong carefully checked the time, not daring to move too much.

Although the clothes on his body have been completely changed, the watch is still obediently in his hand.

The time was unexpectedly early, it was only after four o'clock, and it was not even time for dinner.

This made him heave a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, okay, he thought it was already a night.

If one night really passed, there would be a lot of things to do in such a long time. He shouldn't be able to do anything in just a few hours, right?

But the truth often backfires.

As soon as he lowered his head, he could see Han Qi's entire face, including his much plumper lips.

The color is bright, the lips are slightly swollen, and one can see at a glance the treatment it has suffered not long ago——

Being contained in the mouth, with the tip of the tongue, with the teeth, fine grinding, repeated sucking.

Scenes, actions, and clear memories began to revive in his mind, including but not limited to, he insisted on carrying Han Qi away in the hotel, saying that Han Qi was Xiaojiao who he snatched 8000 yuan by force. Wife, to fulfill the obligation to serve the benefactor.

The richness of the lines, the high degree of shame, and the boldness of the actions are to the extent that the parties involved will yell outrageously when they think about it.

Fu Juntong held his forehead in pain. It would be very difficult for him to end this if he didn't die.

If the few words I occasionally said to Han Qi before could be regarded as joking, then this time it was really a rich and excessive melodrama.

What's more, he forced a kiss with Han Qi without Han Qi's permission. Isn't this just playing hooligans!

He is not pure anymore, he has already begun to walk towards the old bossy route, and is no longer a simple five-speaking and four-beautiful boss.

The only good thing is that he still has an excellent excuse for the above-mentioned behavior, that is, he was drunk, and what Fu Juntong did when he was drunk, how could he be called what Fu Juntong did?

After Fu Juntong worked hard to build himself up psychologically, he finally felt a little relieved.

But maybe it was because his mood fluctuated too much just now and made some noises. Han Qi, who was nestled in his arms peacefully, suddenly moved, and a slight wrinkle formed between his flat brows.

Fu Juntong was too frightened to breathe.

He was too flustered to notice it just now, but now he realizes a problem. It can be said that Han Qi was forced into bed by him, so his clothes are still the normal clothes when he went out.

Although Han Qi's clothes were hand-picked by Fu Juntong, except for the ones he brought over, and there would definitely be no problem with the comfort of the fabric, but ordinary clothes are still ordinary clothes, and they are definitely not as good as pajamas. Comfortable.

Seeing that Han Qi was frowning all the time, Fu Juntong moved his body carefully, hoping to make him sleep more comfortably.

It's just that Han Qi didn't wake up early in the first place, and it was afternoon, so he couldn't sleep for too long. Fu Juntong's movement made Han Qi open his eyes all of a sudden.

Han Qi slept very comfortably this time, except that he felt a little restrained as if he was being pressed down by something, there was nothing wrong with him.

He is not the kind of person who wakes up immediately when he opens his eyes. Every time, no matter how long he sleeps, Han Qi will always have a few minutes of chaos when he just wakes up.

It's the same now, so Han Qi is also a little not sober now.

He opened his eyes and yawned, and the moisture in his eyes that had just woken up and not dissipated was covered with another layer, making him look extraordinarily hazy.

He didn't realize what the situation was for a while, but subconsciously shrunk back into the quilt again, like a cat lazy in its nest and refused to get up, docile and soft.

Fu Juntong had never seen Han Qi like this before, and he swallowed the words he wanted to say to Han Qi as soon as they reached his lips.

This kind of Han Qi, just take one more look. If you have anything to say, you can wait until Han Qi reacts.

Fu Juntong didn't move, just lay on his side and looked at Han Qi.

His bedding is almost exactly the same as that in Han Qi's room, so there is no difference in touch. When Han Qi habitually rubbed his cheek against the bed, he didn't feel anything strange until——

He felt a strange touch, being pillowed under his head.

That was Fu Juntong's arm.

Han Qi realized this, sat up suddenly, and woke up immediately. Since he just woke up and got up too fast, he couldn't stop feeling a little dizzy. Fortunately, he soon recovered.

Han Qi sat up suddenly. This was a subconscious reaction, but it surprised Fu Juntong.

He hurriedly sat up too, and when he saw that Han Qi felt a little uncomfortable due to the sudden movement, he rubbed his temples for him.

Xiaoyi is gentle and considerate, completely different from the drunk boss Fu.

It seems that he is really awake.

According to the general process, next, it is time to discuss Fu Juntong's behavior after drinking. Unfortunately, the victim Han Qi is too tolerant:

"Brother Fu, I know you're drunk, I won't take it to heart."

Han Qi didn't think it was a big deal. It wasn't the first time he met Fu Juntong on the novel route. Yesterday at most, there were too many scripts, and the change was quick, but it was nothing more than a trivial matter.

He was also afraid that Fu Juntong would be embarrassed when he thought about it, so he took the initiative to pass Fu Juntong a step down.

Fu Juntong wanted to break the pot at first, but when Han Qi said this, he couldn't say what he had said to show his heart to Han Qi, and he was a little panicked for a while.

Han Qi saw that Fu Juntong's face turned pale after listening to him, and thought that Fu Juntong was still uncomfortable:

"Brother Fu, are you feeling better? Are you not drunk now?"

Han Qi ignored the kiss and didn't mention it, it was just a kiss when he was drunk, it's a trivial matter.

"Well, it's okay, I don't feel much now."

Fu Juntong saw that Han Qi didn't intend to mention it at all, and he was worried, so he couldn't take the initiative to mention it, so he could only follow Han Qi's words.

Although his drinking capacity is not very good, it has an advantage, that is, he gets drunk quickly and wakes up quickly, although now when he doesn't want to drink, generally no one dares to persuade him to drink.

"It's fine if you don't feel uncomfortable." Han Qi nodded. Although he slept in Fu Juntong's arms just now, and it's not impossible to have closer contact, but for some reason, Han Qi felt a little awkward looking at Fu Juntong. .

Especially now, whenever he sees Fu Juntong, he will think of that muddled kiss not long ago.He didn't know if Fu Juntong was so close to him because he was confused by drinking, or if he had other thoughts, and he didn't dare to ask.

I am afraid of hearing any straightforward response, and I am afraid that I am being sentimental.

The emotions brought about by a kiss suddenly grew wildly like weeds, mischievously winding to Han Qi's heart, the branches and leaves hooked people's hearts, Han Qi didn't dare to stay here for a long time, and didn't dare to raise his head to see what kind of expression Fu Juntong had.

He himself felt that the panic on his face was too obvious.

"Auntie should be here soon. I'll go down first and ask Auntie to cook some hangover soup for you. I'll feel better after drinking it and eating."

Han Qi felt that the reason he had given was perfect, and he wanted to get out of bed in a hurry after speaking, but Fu Juntong grabbed his waist.

The muscles in the waist and abdomen are thin, but the nerves are sensitive. Such a slight movement made Han Qi tremble subconsciously.

His waist is itchy and fleshy, so he can't touch it easily.

Fu Juntong put one arm around Han Qi's waist, and gently stroked his head with the other.

Han Qi could only feel Fu Juntong's fingertips moving on his head and forehead, but he didn't know what he was doing.

"After sleeping for so long, your hair is a bit messy. You can't see it yourself. Let me fix it for you."

Fu Jun said while combing Han Qi's upturned hair.

The person in his arms was obviously a little nervous, and his body was a little unconsciously stiff.

Han Qi is shorter than him. When sitting like this, Fu Juntong's perspective can be said to be close to looking down, so he can see every subtle expression on Han Qi's face.

His eyes were still closed, and he closed them with some force, and even the brows were slightly wrinkled.

The thick and slender eyelashes trembled slightly, following the master's uneasy mood, the amplitude was not large, but the frequency was high.

Even so, Han Qi sat obediently and let him move without saying anything or moving.

Very nice.

Fu Juntong pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth and rubbed it twice, calming down his obviously rapid breathing rate.

"All right."

In fact, when Fu Juntong said that he was helping him tidy his hair, Han Qi was not so stiff, but he was not used to the feeling of other people's hands moving around his head.

After all, how can a man's head be touched randomly!

After finally hearing Fu Juntong's agreement, Han Qi almost jumped up, got up from the bed, and walked out of the room without looking back.

"Brother Fu, change your clothes first, I'll go and talk to Auntie first."

Han Qi got up from the bed almost quickly. He didn't realize it, but it surprised Fu Jun.

He hastily stretched out his hand to protect Han Qi's back in order to prevent him from accidentally slipping and falling.

But Han Qi didn't notice at all. From the time he got up to closing the door, he didn't look at Fu Juntong again.

Fu Juntong looked at Han Qi's back, which could even be said to be running away, and couldn't help laughing.

Although he was drunk and did some outrageous things, fortunately, he hit it by mistake, at least he knew that Han Qi was really soft-hearted, and he was relatively slow about social distance.

This just happened to be cheap for him.

Over the past period of time, he has learned more and more about Han Qi's temper and character, which undoubtedly gave him more ways to enhance the relationship between him and Han Qi.

After all, if you know yourself and the enemy, you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles.

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